Friday, October 9, 2015

Razzmorten Helps Lay Plans

"King Neron's message globe is stunning," said Captain Bernard from under his bushy brow as he tossed a wide-eyed look at Razzmorten. "I've heard tell, but I've never before seen the like."

Razzmorten gave a polite but sober nod.

"This is bad news for the Elves," said Bernard as he began pacing about the room, "I mean, this is plain bad news altogether. There'll be a lot more Elves die over this, sureenough, but I can think of two things right now which are bad for us. Oilean Gairdin andJutland may be all Elves, but it's on us. They're part of Niarg, so if Spitemorta andDemonica sent the trolls in there, they've just attacked us. And the other thing is, bydoing so they look like they could very well be trying to get us to divide our army in orderto make it easy for them to attack Niarg proper." He paused to look at Minuet, who wasstudying him keenly, smiling in a way that seemed to be covering up a smoldering flame.Razzmorten was not letting on. Minuet ran the flat of her hand over the table top, thenlooked up, ready to hear more.

"I'm sure that King Hebraun would have the same thing to say," he said as he shifted the hilt of his saber and resumed pacing. "It is obvious, after all. And he'd waste no time sending out a strike force, particularly if Prince Lukus and his family are having to flee..."

"So is it your opinion then, Captain," said Razzmorten, "that Spitemorta and Demonica are indeed doing this in order to strike Niarg?"

"Well sir, everything certainly looks that way. I'd even say so beyond any doubt whatsoever, except that I simply can't imagine what they're going to use for an army. Myword! We slew well neigh thirteen thousand of them at Ashmore, and you said yourself,my Queen," he said, turning to her with a nod, "that there was narrowly a man betweensix 'n' ten and sixty to be seen out and about when you scryed Goll."

"Yes," said Minuet, standing up at once with a slap of the table top to begin pacing her own tight circle beside the one Bernard had been following. "It seems obvious that you are indeed onto something, Captain, and I can certainly guess what they're going to use as an army. We may have slain theirs, but we have not done a single thing to cripple them magically. If we send troops to aid Oilean Gairdin, she's very likely to make a magical strike against Niarg."

"Oh, they could be all set to launch a magical attack if we send aid to the Elves," said Razzmorten with a screech of his chair on the stone floor, "and it sure seems like they'd have to be, particularly if we're thinking in terms of armies, but..."

"'If we're thinking in terms of armies?' What else would we possibly be thinking in terms of?" said Minuet. "What better time would there be for a magical strike against Niarg than when we have sent away a substantial part of our army?"

"Oh, there would indeed be no better time if Goll were actually using an army," he said as he removed his spectacles and fogged their lenses with his breath. "But if they wanted to cripple Niarg with a magical strike, they would want to destroy as much of our army as they could with one blow, so they'd want us all right here."

"But why wouldn't they want to get us and the Elves together when we went to their aid?" said Minuet as she took a seat next to him.

"Because it would leave us able to launch a retaliatory strike with the troops which stayed here," boomed Bernard as he found the chair across from the two of them and sat with a rattle of chain mail.

"Then we need to be moving!" said Minuet with a fiery tone.

Razzmorten nodded and looked over his spectacles at Bernard.

"I'll call the troops and we'll be underway before first light," he said with a decisive nod, slapping the table with his gauntlet as he rose and tramped out the door.